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Now, I reckon it’s a right art, this sexual-massage lark. Not just a quick fumble – no, no, *ars longa, vita brevis*, takes skill! Them ancient Greeks, they knew it – little-known fact, yeah? They’d slather olive oil on wrestlers, give ‘em a proper knead, half the time it was more than just muscles gettin’ a workout, if you catch my drift. Proper saucy stuff! Gets the blood pumpin’, makes you feel alive – “I drink your milkshake!” I’d yell, if I were the one gettin’ rubbed. Power in them hands, mate, pure power.

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But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s stuck in traffic on the way to Halych. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a small city! How are you stuck?” Turns out, there’s a parade happening. A parade! I rush over to the main street, and it’s a full-on celebration. People are dancing, music’s blasting, and I’m just swept up in the energy.

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